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A Sonnet for Quebecshire:

In Quebecshire, a land of tranquil grace,
Where nature's beauty paints the vibrant scene,
Rhaza, a ruler with an even trace,
Guides with compassion, noble and serene.

Museums and concert halls their culture's pride,
A nation's soul expressed in art's embrace,
A health service to tend to every stride,
Ensuring well-being for all the race.

Oh, Quebecshirites, fiercely patriotic,
Inequality's bane you firmly scorn,
With equal hearts, disdain for those myopic,
Whose greed and corruption leave hearts torn.

A mighty economy, IT's domain,
Yet weavers, authors weave their stories grand,
State-owned companies, a common refrain,
For public good, a guiding steady hand.

In Quebecshire City, discussions flow,
A government fair, justice to attend,
Education, law, administration's show,
Their harmony, a nation's strength to mend.

Flat taxes paid, a shared responsibility,
Supporting dreams with wealth that's fairly shared,
Each citizen, a thread in unity,
Through all endeavors, hope and care declared.

Though Black Bear roams their forests lush and wide,
Symbol of strength, their national embrace,
Quebecshire's pride, equality their guide,
A haven where social progress finds its place.

Ranked lowly by some, but high in their hearts,
For moral compass guides their virtuous quest,
In Quebecshire, where each soul plays its part,
A nation shining bright, its people blessed.

So let Quebecshire, with its tranquil state,
Inspire the world with its noble fate.